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Chapter 16

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Song for this chapter

XO- Beyonce

( I might change the song later)

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Harry's p.o.v

I wake up tied to a pole half naked. The room is hot and dusty, ants crawling on walls and roaches coming out every couple of seconds in the holes of the walls.

A door creeks open but my eyes are too tired to look up to see the mysterious person. I hear heavy foot steps come closer as I'm hit with something sending paim shooting up my left side of my body. I force my eyes open to see someone who i don't reconzize.

" I will whip you for all your mistakes and bad things you ever done." The anonymous person stated. Oh shit! I'm guna be a fucking flesh piece of meat when he's done.

Why am I here anyways

"One" The person started. A pain stronger than last time shoots up my body as I scream in agony.

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"Forty-three."The person told. Right now I fell like I'm about to die and I've never been happier. I'd rather die then go through this hell. Everytime I speak I get a harder hit... everytime I scream I get a harder hit.

"Fifty." The person stated. I finally see who this mysterious persons face is.

"Dad?" I feel myself get sleepy before I blackout.

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I wake up tied to a wooden chair. The air smells like smoke and burnt paper. I open my eyes to see the house is burning on fire. It starts to get bigger and the room turns hotter. I look at the ropes that are tied to my feet and legs.

I try to stand up but fail by falling on my face. I tried and tried to untie the knots but its useless. I wiggle my feet around the ropes and finally they both get loose.

My ancles are coverd in little cuts from the rubbing of the rope trying to escape them. I run to a window but a piece of wood falls before me blocking my way to my only way to escape.

Wait ... the door!

I jolt to the door trying to use my body weight and force to push it open but it's hopeless. I didn't imagine my death like this. Being burnt alive was the last thing on my list. Drowning would have been better then being burnt.

All I can do now is yell for help and maybe just maybe someone will come.

" HELP!" I scream loud.

"PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME" tears start to find their way up. I close my eyes and think about Summer. How would she feel if I were to die? I think about the thoughts of her kissing me at night and holding me in the darkness.

Her memories fade as everything turns white.

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Summer's p.o.v,

"HARRY! WAKE UP" I shout. He bold up taking a deep sharp breath. His forehead had beads of sweat and his hands are shaking a little.

I pull him into a hug and slowly rock him back and forth.

" Shhh. It's okay now. It was only a dream." I used to get nightmares when I was younger but it wasn't something I couldn't deal with.

" Summer." Harry says out of breath,

"What would you feel if I were to die?" He asks turning towards me completely.

"Harry, I just came back to you.... I-I don't know how I feel yet" I explain. Harry just sat there with his head down not saying a thing.

Sometimes silence is a deadly weapon.